Genova, Portofino and the Ligurian Coast

In an effort to see as much of Italy as we can, a few weeks ago we took a trip to Genoa (Genova in Italian) to see not only the city but also the Ligurian Coast (the Italian Riviera if you will).  Liguria is the thin region of Italy that extends along the coast from the French border past Genova, Portofino, the Cinque Terre to the Tuscan border.  It is a true wonderland of beautiful cities and towns clinging to the shore with views that take your breath away.

We stayed in the “centro storico” (historic center) of Genova near the port.  It is an absolute warren of small streets and alleyways that can easily get you going in circles and lose track of direction, but small enough that you cannot really get lost.

We stayed just a few blocks from the beautiful old Cathedral of Saint Lawrence built between the 12th and 14th century.  It was everything you come to expect from these magnificent structures, but it had an added bonus.  In 1941 during WW II the British were bombarding the city and the cathedral was struck by a shell.  The device miraculously (according to some, an actual miracle) did not explode.  They have disarmed the shell and it is still on display in the building.

Genova is the only city I know where you can commute to your residential neighborhood by an elevator or a funicular.  Very close to the port and the old city they have both.  The hallway to the elevator is a work of art in itself and the views from the top of both are spectacular.

Earlier I sent a couple of photos of Portofino, but because it is such a beautiful and unique place, I wanted to include a few more for you.   Because it is on a peninsula, you need to somehow get the two or three miles from the train station to the actual town.  We walked to the castle that overlooks the port and to the lighthouse beyond.  It was a hot day and we were hot and thirsty once we reached the lighthouse.  To our pleasant surprise, once we reached it, there was a little cafe/snack bar with drinks and eats over-looking the sea.   What a treat.

There is  a bus that runs on a regular schedule and we took it out and half way back.  We then got off and walked back to Santa Margherita Ligure where the train station is, following the red carpeted walk between the two.  As beautiful a walk as you will find in this world.

As we traveled up and down the coast, we found beautiful sea walks, amazing architecture and marvelous views everywhere we went.  The one foundation compound we found was worthy of a Bond or science fiction movie.  We looked it up and they say they are involved in medical research, but, look at that building.

What most of you probably remember about Genova from your elementary school days is that it is the birthplace of Christopher Columbus (Cristoforo Colombo).  His childhood home has been rebuilt and stands just a few feet from the old city gate seen in the photos above.  In the US, he now comes with a lot of baggage.  In Seattle they even changed his holiday to Native American Day.  However, in Genova (also in Barcelona) he has many statues and monuments dedicated to him.  I found this one especially telling.  Note the young, half-naked, native woman being presented as part of the treasure found in the new world.  Even with our current administration, I am not sure you could get away with this in the US.

Cliff Diving in Polignano a Mare

As I mentioned in my last post, Sunday we went to Polignano a Mare to watch the Red Bull World Championship Cliff Diving competition.  We took the train with our friends Maurizio, Roberta, their son Diego and an American student that they are hosting for two months, Nicholas.

It was a very hot day (around 100°), but the setting was perfect. They say there were around 70,000 people there with several hundred boats looking on.  With that large of a crowd, it was a little hard to get a good vantage point to watch or take pictures, but I tried to find some of the photos that would give you a feel for the place and event.

My hat is off to those world-class athletes.  They were really something to watch.  What an exhibition of bravery and athleticism.

We went home hot, tired and inspired.

Blog site troubles

For reasons I cannot fathom, the blog site suddenly started sucking resources so my web host shut it down for a few days.  I fiddled with it to see if I could find out the reason for the problems, but all I really did was fiddle.  I told them I did not know if any of my tweaks would correct the problems.  They turned it back on and things seem to be normal for the time being.  If any of you tried to visit the site and got an error, you should be good to go now.  If you visit the site and see any issues, please let me know so I can pass the information along.

On a happier note, we are going to Polignano a Mare (a seaside town not far north of us, see previous post) to see the Red Bull World Cliff Diving Championship today.  Watch for us on your TV.  With 70,000 people expected, maybe not.

Leonardo (not da Vinci) Guarino

Last July Holly wrote her one and only blog post (Magic in Lecce) and she beautifully expressed the magic she felt when she found a place to practice her piano every afternoon in a gallery on one of the busy pedestrian streets in Lecce.

Across the street there was another art gallery with an exhibition of an Italian artist, Leonardo Guarino, from the small town of Avellino (it was the site of a devastating earthquake in 1980) not far from Naples.  He was at the gallery every day with his paintings and became Holly’s biggest fan.  Due to some lost emails, we were no longer in touch with Leonardo until I was riding my bike down that street a few weeks ago and he was there again with a new exhibit.  I stopped and we talked (even though his English is about the same as my Italian, not good).  He was glad to know that we had not forgotten him and I promised to bring Holly by to see him.  Since then we have stopped by several times to chat and to bring him flowers on his birthday and last night we had him over for dinner.

He had offered several times to give Holly a painting, and last night when he showed up, he made good on his promise.  He brought Holly one of his beautiful paintings.  She then played the piano for him while I made a dinner of “spaghetti con vongole è cozze” (clams and mussels) thanks to a recipe from my friend Paola.  Sometimes evenings just seem enchanted and last night was one of those occasions.  Thank you to Leonardo, Holly and Paola for making my life and those around you better!

Gianfranco’s “Country”

One year ago as we were about to leave Lecce for a month in Lucca and our return trip to the US to apply for our elective residence visa, our friend Gianfranco and his wife Paola had a party for us at what Gianfranco terms his “country”.  Although, I know that term is not quite right, it is hard to come up with a better one and it delights us when he says it.  His “country” is perhaps a couple of acres of land that had a small outbuilding on it.  Doing all of the work himself, he has created a great place to relax and just enjoy the quiet of the Salentine countryside.  Along with an orchard and a garden, there are three structures on the property.  One is the pavilion with a wood-fired pizza oven where we had the party last year (you an see that post), an arch for entry (I call it his “Arc de Triomphe”) and the former outbuilding that he has equipped with a nice kitchen, beds that electrically fold down from the walls, a bathroom and a wrap-around porch for just lazing.

Not long ago we were invited back for an afternoon of eating and relaxing.  This was a smaller affair with just Gianfranco and Paola, Dario (a very interesting friend who is a teacher, an architect, a film director and a lover of fine gelato), and Maurizio and Roberta.

I am sure that some of you will understand this, but for the rest, when you are invited to an Italian’s house for dinner all I can say is, bring your appetite.  Just when you think you can eat no more, the main course arrives and you had better be ready to eat some.  The meal that Paola prepared was beyond splendid and we ate until we needed some of that lazing on that porch.

One of my Italian teachers taught me a phrase in the local dialect that I have gotten a lot of mileage from.   Not quite sure how the locals might spell it, but in English it would be something like “maju binkiatu”.  A rough translation is “I am so full that if you make me eat one more bite, I might explode.”  There is something about an American who speaks only a little Italian using that phrase, that just cracks our Italian friends up.  They laugh and then offer more food.